Ghalib ghazal 214

وحشت کہاں کہ بے خودی انشا کرے کوئی

ہستی کو لفظِ معنیِ عنقا کرے کوئی 

حسنِ فروغِ شمعِ سخن دور ہے اسد

پہلے دلِ گداختہ پیدا کرے کوئی

vaḥshat kahāñ kih be-ḳhvudī inshā kare koʾī
hastī ko lafz̤-e maʿnī-e ʿanqā kare koʾī
ḥusn-e furoġh-e shamʿ-e suḳhan dūr hai asad
pahle dil-e gudāḳhtah paidā kare koʾī




                              Now lost to Self Loss are the Sahara's rolled gold scrolls of Rhyme

How, as Phoenix, entail Existence to the Parrot beak of Time?

Asad, Conceptive beauty imparts a Candescence far indeed!

Must, as wicks, bardic hearts first burn all they bleed?

Where now is that Dark, Backward and Abysm of Clime

Whose Phoenix is the sugar-fond Parrot of Time

For Love spoke The Word, Ataraxia attacks

Smoke, thou memory bird of melted wax